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A Window Prayer
Tonight Judd was out of town. I put on a movie for Charlotte while I put Max to bed. It was Veggie Tales - the one about being a Snoodle. To give a brief synopsis - a new Snoodle is "born" from a tower on every 4th Tuesday (or something like that). Each Snoodle has a pack on their back that holds things they can use. One little Snoodle is born and he is told he's not good at things in his pack, so he leaves Snoodleville to climb a mountain. At the top of the mountain he meets the person that made him. That person tells him he is wonderful and paints him a picture of how HE sees the little Snoodle - big, brave,awesome.
It is actually a great little story, all told in rhyme. (Is it sad that I get more out of a Veggie Tales than bible study sometimes?) The stories are simple and to the point. I was done putting Max to bed and was able to watch most of it with Charlotte.
She turned to me as the person that made the Snoodle is talking and says, "That's really God, you know." I thought, Wow, I'm really impressed that she got that. She understood that God makes you. God thinks you are wonderful.
We went upstairs after the movie to do the regular routine - teeth brushed, books picked out, snuggle in bed and read. Tonight she happened to pick two Golden Books - one about prayers and the other about God.
We finished reading them and she said, "Just a minute Mommy", and got out of bed. She went to her window and pulled back the curtain and blinds so she had her face pressed right up against the glass. All I could see was her little hand sticking out from behind the blinds. I heard her say, "Thank you God for everything. Thank you for my sweetest brother. Thank you for the birds and for worms. Thank you for the water of the world. Thank you God for everything." Then, she came back to her bed and climbed in. I tucked her in tightly and told her what a sweet girl she was. I kissed her good night.
There is something in this child that I can't quite explain. Some days I really feel that she is closer to God than most of us. I know it sounds strange, but she'll just say things, out of the blue, and I know that she just knows things. Just the other day we were riding in the car. Judd was driving. We were talking about something or other and she said, "Well, the more you talk to God the more you hear him." No lie. Those words came out of an almost 4 year old's mouth. It made me want to pray more. She just seems to get it.
I learn a lot from her. My faith grows through her. I wonder how normal it is for a parent's faith to grow with their children. Is it because children really are closer to God because it hasn't been that long since He held them? I'll never forget when my mom said to me, after she held Charlotte for the first time - "There's nothing quite like holding a newborn, so fresh from God."
It is these thoughts I wish I could hold more tightly through the day. When they are both screaming and crying, wanting this or that. Or, I am cleaning up the floor under the high chair for the 4th time that day. Or I'm being kicked and screamed at when I'm changing a diaper. Sometimes they are so demanding and selfish. Tonight God gave me the reminder that I needed - that these are His children that He has entrusted me with. Isn't it amazing what a little prayer from a little girl can make you think about?
It is actually a great little story, all told in rhyme. (Is it sad that I get more out of a Veggie Tales than bible study sometimes?) The stories are simple and to the point. I was done putting Max to bed and was able to watch most of it with Charlotte.
She turned to me as the person that made the Snoodle is talking and says, "That's really God, you know." I thought, Wow, I'm really impressed that she got that. She understood that God makes you. God thinks you are wonderful.
We went upstairs after the movie to do the regular routine - teeth brushed, books picked out, snuggle in bed and read. Tonight she happened to pick two Golden Books - one about prayers and the other about God.
We finished reading them and she said, "Just a minute Mommy", and got out of bed. She went to her window and pulled back the curtain and blinds so she had her face pressed right up against the glass. All I could see was her little hand sticking out from behind the blinds. I heard her say, "Thank you God for everything. Thank you for my sweetest brother. Thank you for the birds and for worms. Thank you for the water of the world. Thank you God for everything." Then, she came back to her bed and climbed in. I tucked her in tightly and told her what a sweet girl she was. I kissed her good night.
There is something in this child that I can't quite explain. Some days I really feel that she is closer to God than most of us. I know it sounds strange, but she'll just say things, out of the blue, and I know that she just knows things. Just the other day we were riding in the car. Judd was driving. We were talking about something or other and she said, "Well, the more you talk to God the more you hear him." No lie. Those words came out of an almost 4 year old's mouth. It made me want to pray more. She just seems to get it.
I learn a lot from her. My faith grows through her. I wonder how normal it is for a parent's faith to grow with their children. Is it because children really are closer to God because it hasn't been that long since He held them? I'll never forget when my mom said to me, after she held Charlotte for the first time - "There's nothing quite like holding a newborn, so fresh from God."
It is these thoughts I wish I could hold more tightly through the day. When they are both screaming and crying, wanting this or that. Or, I am cleaning up the floor under the high chair for the 4th time that day. Or I'm being kicked and screamed at when I'm changing a diaper. Sometimes they are so demanding and selfish. Tonight God gave me the reminder that I needed - that these are His children that He has entrusted me with. Isn't it amazing what a little prayer from a little girl can make you think about?
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Sick
I put Max to bed on Friday night and thought that he felt a little warm, but didn't worry too much about it. He has been getting a molar, and has had a cold, so I just figured it was something to go along with that. Saturday morning, however, he woke up and was a little cranky. Then, he took a REALLY long morning nap, like over 3 hours. Judd woke him up, took his temp, and it was over 103. I gave him some Tylenol, fed him a little yogurt and bananas, and he rallied. He played for a while, but then just wanted to cuddle. This is how he looked the rest of the afternoon - just cuddled up on a lap with his paci and blankie. This is NOT like Max at all.
After dinner, we took his temp again, still 103 - upwards of 104. So, we decided that I should take him up to the Children's Healthcare of Atlanta Urgent Care. I got there, signed him in, and saw the wait time - 2.5 hours. Yikes. At this point it was his bedtime. I tried to find the quietest corner in the waiting room hoping that he would drift off to sleep until we were called back. Well, he sat there for a few minutes, but then saw all of the other children running around like chickens with their heads cut off and decided he wanted in on the party.
After an hour or so of constantly applying Purell to his hands and mine, we were called back. (so the wait time wasn't accurate.) They took his vitals. His temp was now 105. They handed me dose of Ibuprofen to give to him since he was screaming and thrashing about. I gave as much to him as I could, but he spit a lot of it out. They also gave me a baby hospital robe and told me to put that on him instead of his pajamas to try to cool him down. I was then sent back out into the waiting room until and exam room opened up. Now, his temp was high, but I knew this wasn't super serious. But, I hope none of you ever have to see your baby in a hospital gown.
We got an exam room and waited through the first part of The Little Mermaid. At this point, Max finally fell asleep in my arms. A WONDERFUL nurse practitioner came in and talked to us. She then checked his ear and found a pretty bad ear infection. She then checked his throat and saw a bunch of sores. She took a strep test and we then waited for the results. Max and I watched Ariel sing some songs and meet Price Eric, then found out that he indeed had strep throat. Yikes, an ear infection and strep throat. I felt so bad for my baby. (but remembered how much I love the Little Mermaid!)
We got our prescription for an antibiotic and headed on our way. I put Max to bed when we got home and Judd went out to get his medicine. We woke Max up when Judd got home and gave him a dose. This morning, he slept until a record breaking 8:30AM. He was a new kid.
His smile was back. His laugh was back. His appetite, not so much, but he was moving a lot more, and up to his usual monkey-self. Like climbing onto my desk chair.
Made it!
Hmm, now what? What is this thing that Mom pays attention to instead of me?
Oh yes, this is how I mess up all of her stuff.
By dinner tonight he was pretty much 100%. We are happy to have our Maxwell back.
After dinner, we took his temp again, still 103 - upwards of 104. So, we decided that I should take him up to the Children's Healthcare of Atlanta Urgent Care. I got there, signed him in, and saw the wait time - 2.5 hours. Yikes. At this point it was his bedtime. I tried to find the quietest corner in the waiting room hoping that he would drift off to sleep until we were called back. Well, he sat there for a few minutes, but then saw all of the other children running around like chickens with their heads cut off and decided he wanted in on the party.
After an hour or so of constantly applying Purell to his hands and mine, we were called back. (so the wait time wasn't accurate.) They took his vitals. His temp was now 105. They handed me dose of Ibuprofen to give to him since he was screaming and thrashing about. I gave as much to him as I could, but he spit a lot of it out. They also gave me a baby hospital robe and told me to put that on him instead of his pajamas to try to cool him down. I was then sent back out into the waiting room until and exam room opened up. Now, his temp was high, but I knew this wasn't super serious. But, I hope none of you ever have to see your baby in a hospital gown.
We got an exam room and waited through the first part of The Little Mermaid. At this point, Max finally fell asleep in my arms. A WONDERFUL nurse practitioner came in and talked to us. She then checked his ear and found a pretty bad ear infection. She then checked his throat and saw a bunch of sores. She took a strep test and we then waited for the results. Max and I watched Ariel sing some songs and meet Price Eric, then found out that he indeed had strep throat. Yikes, an ear infection and strep throat. I felt so bad for my baby. (but remembered how much I love the Little Mermaid!)
We got our prescription for an antibiotic and headed on our way. I put Max to bed when we got home and Judd went out to get his medicine. We woke Max up when Judd got home and gave him a dose. This morning, he slept until a record breaking 8:30AM. He was a new kid.
His smile was back. His laugh was back. His appetite, not so much, but he was moving a lot more, and up to his usual monkey-self. Like climbing onto my desk chair.
Made it!
Hmm, now what? What is this thing that Mom pays attention to instead of me?
Oh yes, this is how I mess up all of her stuff.
By dinner tonight he was pretty much 100%. We are happy to have our Maxwell back.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Pirate Max
Story time
Yesterday I took Max to his first story time at the library. This seems so simple, so mundane. But, it quickly became something really special for me. I realized on the way to the library that it was the first time I have taken Max to do something just for him, with just him.
I woke him up from his nap (what?? - crazy, I know), so I could quickly dress him and get him in the car. We headed over to the library, parked, and walked in. I didn't know what to expect from him. I didn't know if he would just sit in my lap and not leave my side, if he would be really into it, or if he would scream and cry and we would have to leave.
He did great. He clapped and "sang" and paid attention (kind of). He patted other kids on the head - one of his favorite things. He was a joy. Definitely the cutest one there (and that is a completely unbiased opinion). I loved every minute of it.
The kiddo doesn't get a whole lot of one on one attention. He sleeps for at least an hour when Charlotte is at school, then when he wakes up, I usually have cleaning to do, errands to run, or dinner to prep, etc. Sometimes I even have a work project and I'm trying to set him up with different toys so I can work. Then, when his sister is home, forget about it. I had both of them in my lap yesterday while I was reading baby books to Max. She never wants to be far from my side.
So, yesterday showed me that I really need to make some more time for this little guy. He is really starting to notice the world around him. He is pointing, jibber jabbering, and mimicking. While he can be exhausting to care for, he sure makes up for it in fun.
I woke him up from his nap (what?? - crazy, I know), so I could quickly dress him and get him in the car. We headed over to the library, parked, and walked in. I didn't know what to expect from him. I didn't know if he would just sit in my lap and not leave my side, if he would be really into it, or if he would scream and cry and we would have to leave.
He did great. He clapped and "sang" and paid attention (kind of). He patted other kids on the head - one of his favorite things. He was a joy. Definitely the cutest one there (and that is a completely unbiased opinion). I loved every minute of it.
The kiddo doesn't get a whole lot of one on one attention. He sleeps for at least an hour when Charlotte is at school, then when he wakes up, I usually have cleaning to do, errands to run, or dinner to prep, etc. Sometimes I even have a work project and I'm trying to set him up with different toys so I can work. Then, when his sister is home, forget about it. I had both of them in my lap yesterday while I was reading baby books to Max. She never wants to be far from my side.
So, yesterday showed me that I really need to make some more time for this little guy. He is really starting to notice the world around him. He is pointing, jibber jabbering, and mimicking. While he can be exhausting to care for, he sure makes up for it in fun.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Holding Hands
I love it when we are driving around and I look back seat and they are holding hands. It happens without any sort of announcement. She isn't trying to get brownie points or have any ulterior motive. He simply reaches out for her and she reaches for him. I know that these moments will go away when they are older - and I know that there will be so many times when they can't stand to be in the same back seat together. But, these moments, the innocent loving sweet moments, I'll always remember and treasure in my heart.
D, E, F, G, & H
OK, so Max's book isn't quite in chronological order based on his age like Charlotte's was, but, I'm not letting that bother me. Maybe someone will need his first ice cream cone this weekend?
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